Hello Temptation (Hello, #3)

by Kelsie Hoss

“Can you believe me when I tell you it’s no big deal?” I shook my head, the memory of my mom begging with credit card companies fresh on my mind. I turned to face him, linking my hands behind his neck. “It’s a huge deal, Tyler. A very, very big deal.” He leaned his head forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Then would you believe me when I told you that you’re worth it?” Butterfly wings tickled my insides, replacing nervous jitters with syrupy sweet emotion. And since there weren’t words to show him just how much it meant to me, I tilted my chin up and met his lips with mine. His touch mingled with the breeze against my skin and sent tingles down my spine.

Going to his place with him, with our fingers linked, was so different than the first time. I’d been so nervous, insecure, but now he made me feel beautiful, desired, and I was high on the feeling.

I kicked out of my heels, breathing a sigh of relief as my feet flattened on the carpeted floor. “That feels so good.” “I can give you a foot rub,” he offered. “And make me fall in love with you?” He laughed. “That’s the goal.”

Acting exasperated, he took my hand and pulled me onto the couch with him. He sat opposite me and took my feet in his lap. I knew I’d hoped for sexy times, but the way this man rubbed my foot... It had to be orgasmic. “That feels so good,” I sighed, leaning my head back against the couch cushion.

He chuckled, reaching for my opposite foot. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll do the dishes.” I bit my lip. “So. Freaking. Sexy.” Waggling his eyebrows, he said, “You should see me with a toilet brush.” “Talk dirty to me.” I winked, resting my head back on the couch.

Henrietta’s eyes slid closed, and her breathing slowly evened out. I smiled, feeling her completely relax in my hands, her legs growing heavy in my lap. I’d wanted to please her tonight, but this, knowing she felt safe enough to let her guard down with me... it was just as good.

Something about having her here made my apartment feel less lonely than it usually did, and I dreaded the moment she’d eventually have to go. But I didn’t want to think of that now. I carefully lifted her legs from my lap and went to my room to get a spare pillow and blanket. When I returned, I gently moved her into a more comfortable position and then covered her with the blanket.

“You’re one hell of a woman, Henrietta Jones.”

I’d wanted to take things to the next step with Henrietta, make her scream my name until she clenched around me, but once I saw how tired she was, I couldn’t ask that of her. That memo hadn’t reached my dick yet, though. I was so fucking hard for her. I ran my hand down my length, wishing it was her hand instead.

Fuck. I didn’t want to masturbate with her in the next room, but this situation wasn’t going away any time soon... especially with how good she looked tonight, how fucking sexy she was pressed against the coat closet wall.

Her breasts would bounce as she worked me faster and harder. Her lips would part, ready for me to enter her mouth so she could taste me on her tongue. Fuck, she was so hot. And those tits. I’d knead them, slather them with oil and thrust my cock in her cleavage. Harder and faster, her throat humming with pleasure as I tit-fucked her. Just as I got close to coming, she’d take me in her mouth, hold my thighs with her hands so I had no choice but to nut down her warm throat. And she’d look up at me as she swallowed every. Last. drop. My cock throbbed one last time before I came all over the shower floor. The next time, it would be with her.

And then it hit me: I’d fallen asleep on his couch, in my bridesmaid dress, still a virgin. I sat up and let out a groan. Gah, I was so pathetic. I couldn’t even stay awake to bone my hot boyfriend. I cringed internally at my use of the word bone. That was such a virgin word to use. Which made sense because… Flower? Still there.

A paper crunched between my leg and the coffee table. I picked it up, then went to the shades, drawing them back and squinting at the bright reflection of sun on notebook paper. Sorry I had a work thing to get to. The coffee pot is on, and there’s a to-go cup you can use. Creamer is in the fridge, and sugar’s in the cabinet—help yourself to anything. I had your friend Birdie get an extra outfit for you too, and it’s sitting on the counter. I glanced toward the counter, seeing a reusable grocery bag there. Take a shower, make yourself at home, maybe visit your grandma. I’d love to take you to dinner tonight. - Tyler Still stunned at his thoughtfulness, and Birdie’s involvement, I went through the tote bag. Everything was there, from toiletries to a fresh pair of lacy underwear, a cotton dress, socks, and slip-on sneakers.

Birdie: There’s still time. You should have seen the way he was looking at you last night. That boy’s not going anywhere. I smiled at the text. Henrietta: Fingers crossed.

And then, of course, I had to tell them how amazing Tyler had been on the dance floor. “I overheard multiple women saying they hoped he was single when I was in the bathroom.” Mom said, “That’s exactly how your dad was. Every girl had their eyes on him, but we’ve been together thirty-eight years now.”

As I sat back in my chair, she said, “We are so proud of you, baby girl. And we’re happy you’ve found Tyler. I have a good feeling about that boy.” “Me too,” I said. “In fact,” Mom said, looking at her phone. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “I just need you to head by the house in an hour. I want to make some more macramé hangers and all my stuff is there.”

Tyler: No worries. I can pick you up from the hospital. I smiled at my phone before tucking it in my purse and driving to my parents’ house.

But that thought was quickly wiped from my mind as I pulled up to the house. All of my brothers’ vehicles were there, along with Tyler’s pickup, and there was a brand-new ramp leading up to the front door. Completely speechless, I got out of the car, seeing my brothers and Tyler spilling out the front door onto the porch. “What do you think?” Dad called, grinning ear to ear. “You built a ramp!” I barely registered my feet carrying me down the front sidewalk. Dad clapped Tyler’s shoulder. “Wait ’til you see the inside.” Our eyes locked from feet away, and I gave him a disbelieving look. “What’s inside?” Tyler nodded, answering my unspoken question. It was taken care of. All of it.

Tyler grinned and said, “I’ve asked them if I can hire them for my crew at least ten times. They made the job go so fast.” Dad shook his head and said, “Tyler’s being modest. He put this all together, got us here at seven in the morning. Ordered all the materials. This wouldn’t have been possible without him.” Feeling my eyes well up, I went and wrapped my arms around Tyler’s middle. He held me close while my brothers and dad stayed silent, giving us this moment. I hoped Tyler understood how big of a difference this would make to Grandma coming home and life hopefully getting back to normal. Or at least the newer version of it. Then it hit me, and all the blood drained from my face. “Does that mean you all went through my room?” Tyler chuckled, and Dad said, “Don’t worry. We hid all your unmentionables.” Unmentionables? Now I was really embarrassed. I let go of Tyler and walked into my room, staring at how all my furniture looked on the new flooring. It was like an entirely different space. “Well, it does look good,” I said. Tyler huffed, “You sound so surprised.” Laughing, I hit his chest. “It wasn’t very clean before I left for the wedding.” I frowned.

There wasn’t any insinuation behind his words, but the meaning was clear. Tyler and I had the house to ourselves for the entire night to do whatever we chose. Trying not to blush, I nodded. “Want me to make you all some supper before you leave?” I didn’t want to seem too eager to jump Tyler’s sexy bones.

Tyler and I were alone.

She shook her head, stepping closer and taking my face in her hands, kissing me deep. Her kiss drew all the air from the room, made me forget anything else but the two of us. I wrapped my arms around her waist, deepening our embrace. Yesterday, she’d said this was all too much, but she was wrong. I wished I could show her just how special she was, how any guy worth his salt would have done the same thing I had. Her hands traveled from my neck, to my chest, and then down to my belt. My dick twitched in response, already growing hard.

I was already planning my next meal anyway, and it was going to include Henrietta, on her back, screaming my name.

Anything to get my mind off my aching balls.

“You’ve done more than enough. Sit at the island. I’ll get you a beer.” If this girl wasn’t perfect already... “That sounds amazing.”

She smiled. “You flatter me, Tyler Griffen.” “You make it easy.”

“Sure, I’ll take care of the dishes.” He winked. I shook my head at him because, gah, he wasn’t allowed to be sexy and kind and do the dishes because he knew I hated them.

Was I really going to lose my virginity to Tyler? Tonight? And what would he think when he saw me naked? Would he change his mind? Had he been with big girls like me before? Would he know to expect the stretch marks and dimples and rolls? Or would it all scare him away?

Birdie: Exactly. Cohen loves my curves. Honey, I don’t think Tyler would be so into you if he didn’t like your size. Mara: ^^^ I know it sounds cliché, but there’s literally more of you for him to love... and play with. ;) My cheeks were getting hot. Was I really ready for this? What if... Henrietta: What if I’m bad in bed? Birdie: I don’t think Tyler will mind practicing with you. ;)

“You can do this. You have a hot guy who likes you. The whole house is yours for the night. And if it doesn’t go well... you can try again. If it doesn’t work with Tyler, there will be someone else.” But I already knew that last part was a lie. I may not have known Tyler long, but I knew him well enough to understand that there was no one else like him.

He palmed the side of my neck, his hand big enough to cover my jaw too. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he breathed, his voice husky.

He lowered me down, straddling me on the bed as he feathered kisses from my lips to my cheek and jaw. His five o’clock shadow scratched against my skin as he worked his way to my neck, my collarbone. And then his hands slid under my dress, his palm running over my thighs, my side, my breasts. His thumb flicked over my nipple, already pebbling in anticipation. He parted my legs with his and pressed his knee against my center.

“Tyler,” I moaned. “I know, baby,” he breathed, pulling at my dress.

He lowered himself until his face hovered over my vagina, and he pulled my underwear aside, rubbing his thumb over my clit. The sensation was so strong, I clenched and moaned. I’d touched myself before, spent time with toys, but this was already so much better. So much more. His thumb kept pressure on my clit as he slid a finger inside me. “You’re so wet.” His voice was husky before he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Knowing he was tasting me... savoring me. Fuck, it was hot. My hips bucked, and I moaned, gripping the blanket we lay atop. I might not be good in bed, but Tyler was already surpassing every expectation, meeting every need I didn’t know I had.

He hummed, moving his fingers in and out, sweeping them around. I tightened around his digits, so close to the edge, until he worked me over the top, and I came undone around his finger, on his mouth. He continued licking it all until the waves slowly faded. “Tyler,” I said again. I was at a loss for words, only able to speak his name.

He got up and took a tissue from my nightstand, wiping his face, and then took off his shirt. I sat up, still quivering from his touch, and stared at his shirtless body. He was perfect, all hard lines, a dusting of short brown hair, and now I could see all of his tattoos. There was the one on the inside of his bicep and then a pattern that changed from prairie to sun that covered one of his shoulders almost to his neck. He caught me staring, and I let myself look. He reached for his jeans, undoing the button and slowly lowering the zipper. His cock strained against his black underwear, the tip full, hard under the fabric. I wanted to feel it, to touch it.

“You, Henrietta Jones, are wearing far too much clothing.” A laugh passed my lips, surprising even me. This, with Tyler, was sexy, hot, incredible, and... fun.

When the dress left my head, I could see him again. He looked in my eyes, his hazel ones so captivating. So open. He was letting me see him, the real him. And I was letting him see me. Stretch marks. Cellulite. My apron belly and my thighs that rubbed together and my breasts that strained against my size G bra. It was me. All of me. But he didn’t look away or step back. Instead, he kissed me.

He reached to my shoulder, fingering the white strap of my bra. “I like this,” he said. I reached behind me, undoing the clasps, freeing my breasts, and handed it to him. “It’s yours.” I took a breath. “I’m yours.” He stared at my breasts, then lifted one into his hand, drawing the nipple into his mouth.

“That feels so good.” He drew his mouth away and said, “I want to make you feel good, baby.” He lowered himself, pulling my panties over my thighs, and I kicked them aside as he stood, fully bare to this man I cared so much about. Who’d give...

It was thick and veiny, waiting for her, and when she saw it, she licked her lips. Fuck, it was hot. She took it in her hand, giving it a few soft pumps. “Harder, baby,” I said. She tightened her grip, pumping it for another few seconds before bringing her lips to the tip. Moving her hands to my hips, she slowly took me into her mouth.

I dropped my head back, moaning. “You know how to make me feel good, baby.” She moaned against my cock, and it took all I had to stay still, not to ram it the rest of the way into her mouth. Instead, I weaved my fingers through the hair at the back of her head, holding it away from her face as she moved over me, sucking and moaning and driving me fucking crazy. And when she looked up at me, like she was checking to see if she was doing a good job... “Good girl,” I encouraged.

And don’t even get me started on the sexy girth of her thighs. I wanted her on top of me, riding me, pressing me into the bed. But first, I wanted her like this, face to face, with me in control.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Henrietta,” I breathed. Her lips quirked slightly. She was nervous—I could tell—so I worked my way down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, sucking on one nipple while kneading her other breast, working a hand down to rub her sensitive spot. I was more than fine with taking my time with this beautiful woman despite how hard I was for her. She was worth the wait. And I needed her to need me. To beg for me. Because I wouldn’t have her any other way.

This was it, the moment I would no longer be a virgin. But it was so much more, seeing Tyler’s face, inches from mine. Watching him search my eyes as he pressed inside. I’d heard it could hurt the first time, and I had prepared myself for that. But it was more of a stretching sensation as he sheathed his thick cock inside me. He was slow at first, drawing himself almost all the way out, then pushing all the way in.